““She wanted to tell him how it was with her, but she could not. She could not tell him that when she was with him she was not a Campbell, nor a Lamond, nor a lady of Anne's court, only a rebellious lass with wild blood which sang in her veins till she felt afraid of nothing in the world. Nor could she find the words to tell him how strangely she liked the wind wailing around the parapets of the castle, and the mists touching her face, or how free and strong she felt when she was alone in that high world above the earth.””
